Wagon Hitchin' Blues | kellysongcollective

Wagon Hitchin’ Blues

She hitched her wagon to that horse.

She hitched her wagon to that horse.
People say she’s got hitcher’s remorse.

She bought a ticket on her man.

She bought a ticket on her man.
He threw his jock, and he also ran.

The circus jobs come ‘round like Dante’s hell.

The jobs, they come around like Dante’s hell -
a counterclockwise carousel.

She’s got them wagon hitchin’ blues.
I wonder where she’ll put them shoes?

He’s dragged them rusty plows around.

He’s dragged them broken plows around.
They’re sleeping in a field under the ground.

The saddle’s tighter than it’s ever been.

The sun is tighter than it’s ever been.
He’s back under it again.

Go on, put your boot spur in my side.

Oh baby, put your boot spur in my side.
Come on, cowgirl, we can go for a ride.

Down at the factory they make glue.

Down at the old factory they make glue.
Stand by me, and I’ll stick with you.

The pasture’s looking green, the roses bud.

The fillies looking green, but they don’t bud.
I guess you can’t put no gelding out to stud.

Now he’s just a statue in that field.

Now he’s just a statue in a field.
Some day his monument will be revealed.